The old man was so excited that he almost didn't catch his breath, and while the soldiers were away, Yang Hao poured him a bottle of recovery potion, but it hardly had any effect.

The old man's body had run out of oil, like a bucket full of holes, and no amount of vitality was poured into it, it could only delay the arrival of the last moment slightly.

When Frey and the others heard the commotion, they quickly arrived and hurriedly asked what was going on in the village.

The old man's mind was a little unconscious, and Frey asked a few times before he could react, and then his face changed dramatically, and a bitter wail and feeble anger came out of his throat.

Perhaps because he had not spoken for a long time, the old man felt a dry itch in his throat and coughed violently as soon as he was about to speak.

After the soldiers fed him a few sips of water, his condition quickly improved, recalling: "The disaster began one night before the harvest festival, when a 'big rock' fell from the sky and fell into the mill, killing the Zelen Mumford family instantly. The whole sky was lit up, 'like hellfire'.

The people of the valley bolted their doors and spent a sleepless night of horror. The next morning we ventured out to find that the mill had been burned down, and that the stones that had fallen from the sky were shattered in half and smoldering.

It was hollow, like an eggshell, "but the two halves of the stone did not appear to be connected at all."

The devil comes from heaven, and we are its sacrifices! ”

The old man's mental state was a little abnormal, and he was dancing with his hands when he spoke, and his expression was unusually rich.

The doctor examined the old man's body and shook his head helplessly.

After saying those words just now, the old man's breath became weaker and weaker, and gradually his breathing became as difficult as pulling a bellows.

Finally, the old man called out his last name and closed his eyes forever.

The faces of the soldiers were ugly, because the person the old man had just shouted was one of the corpses in the leather bag.

The crowd had gathered outside the house, and they had searched most of the houses, but had found no useful clues.

At this moment, in the direction of the entrance of the village, a little boy of eight or nine years old appeared at some point.

He didn't seem to know about the existence of the soldier and Yang Hao, and even the huge Volibel couldn't attract his attention.

The little boy stood so strangely, and suddenly he walked under the tree beside him.

Under the tree, a little weak squirrel, lying listlessly, immediately retreated vigilantly when it saw a human child approaching.

However, the little boy kept smiling, and perhaps he passed on his kindness to the little squirrel, who was greatly less afraid and even greeted him curiously.

The little boy held the little squirrel in the palm of his hand and petted its belly dotingly.

The little squirrel looks very fond of exposing its belly and happily closes its eyes and enjoys it.

At this moment, the little boy's gentle eyes were instantly replaced by madness, and he threw the little squirrel to the ground.

His strength is surprisingly great, and he smashes the little squirrel into a fuzzy meatloaf at once!

Then, he glanced triumphantly at the crowd, and the sinister smile disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.

"Boom... Captain, it can't be a ghost, right? The giant (the tallest of the soldiers, the big and the smallest) said in a cold sweat on his forehead.

The fear of ghosts stems from the lack of means to fight them, and nothing is more desperate than it can kill you, and you can't help it.

"Captain, something is wrong with this village, let's leave first!"

"No, there are still places to search, we have to complete the mission!" Frey encouraged.

Yang Hao frowned slightly when he heard this, he had clearly heard Frey say that he wanted to leave as soon as possible, why was there such a big change in a short period of time?

The soldiers were faintly divided into two factions, and the atmosphere was quite stiff for a while.

"Let's go check the well, and usually there are clues in the well." Yang Hao took the lead and walked to the well, and the soldiers had to follow.

The well was quite close to the entrance of the village, about six or seven meters deep.

Yang Hao looked over and found a bloated corpse floating in the well water, dressed in the uniform of the Divine Shooting Regiment.

Judging by the uniform, the other side is not a soldier, but an officer.

Yang Hao's heart thumped, damn it! Is this bastard Mochi already hanging?!

The soldiers retrieved the body from the well, and there were no signs of violence on the body, but it was covered in gray spots and the skin had begun to peel off.

According to the identity information found, Yang Hao learned that it was not Mo Qi who died, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

This kid is dead, and he is absolutely dead!

After all this, the soldiers gradually understood that the Marksmen did not escape, that their disappearance was only due to trouble, and that the source was in this remote village.

The doctor examined the body, which he had never seen before, and after a futile attempt, he could only guess that some disease might be at work.

Yang Hao disagreed, the real reason for this person's death was a large loss of vitality in a short period of time!

After surveying the well, it was already getting dark, and Frey proposed to find an empty house in the village to spend the night, which was approved by all the soldiers, knowing that half of them had planned to leave!

Wrong! Something is very wrong!

There is a certain spiritual force in the valley that subtly affects the minds of the soldiers, and the biggest effect should be to make people reluctant to leave the valley.

Yang Hao naturally wouldn't go against the grain, and he had some guesses about the enemy this time.

So he didn't even eat dinner and started making a weapon specifically against that!

After about three hours of work, the weapons were finally ready, and by this time it was completely dark.

There was no other source of light in the silent village except for the stars and moon in the sky.

However, the village, which should have been in darkness, suddenly appeared with an eerie brilliance.

A phosphorescent light that emerged from the well could not help but give the soldiers a strange feeling, a sense of doom.

This feeling was far beyond any vision that their consciousness could conceive; That color is no longer just sparkling, but gushing out of the wellhead.

When this invisible torrent of unrecognizable colors leaves the wellhead, it seems to flow directly into the sky.

The brilliant and unpredictable light cluster was amorphous, and Yang Hao didn't even know how to classify it, as if it was really a living light.

Its "body" stretched out, its brightness diminished slightly, as if it was stretching its waist and quickly returning to its original form, drawing a beautiful arc and striking at the soldiers, its first target being the giant closest to the doorway.

The closed door couldn't stop it, it squeezed into the room through the crack like flowing water, and before everyone could react, it sank into the giant's body!

"I knew it was you, Star Color!"